These street lights
Blind us ever so
Just to realize
How your skin glows
Underneath these stars
Like fireflies
Trapped in mason jars
In dark blue skies
I watch your perfection
In hopes to memorize
This connection
Just to revise
What we once had.
My first real kiss was underneath warm african stars, with cool breeze sweeping through my soul. I could hear his thoughts almost like a dream, faint and hard to remember. He had the complexion of forgiveness, and the voice of sweet midnight symphonies. So I felt his beard, and let chemistry take a hold of our emotions.
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This is beautiful! well done
THANK YOU SO MUCH 🙂 ❤️
You never forget your first real kiss ❤
That is true 🙂